“Lynn ,你下周休年假吧。”
“？”韦林泊一脸迷惑地看着黎升。
“就…就最近公司该办的事也办得差不多了，你带tou，给底下人chuan口气。”
“不是跟A公司要开个会吗？”
“据说他们高层近期内要有重大变化，可能短期内不会和我们接chu2了。”
韦林泊按了按睛明xue。
“那下季度的工作安排交上来了吗？”
“我都还没看呢，你不会要把我的活儿都抢了吧？”
黎升干脆直接打断韦林泊。
“你就歇几天吧，好多人都跟我叫苦了。”
“……”韦林泊一脚蹬着桌子，椅子后hua转了半个圈，“行吧。”
他下了班，简单吃了两口菜，又读一本知名经济学家的最新着作到深夜，洗了澡睡了。
他被黎升强制休假，可他的生物钟却不允许，六点就起床的人，在家里百无聊赖地度过了一天。他不晓得该zuo什么，明明这间房子里安排了那么多好玩的去chu1，但他从一楼走到花房，又从花房回了卧室，坐在床边，发呆。
终于到薄暮时分了，他才突然想起点什么。
从花房拿出两把椅子，一张小圆桌，在楼dinglou台上安置好。煮一杯红茶，袅袅熏香散在夜色里，又慢腾腾地回书房摸了一本书。刚刚打开，他又起shen，去厨房拿了一个石榴同一个玻璃碗，等他剥完的时候，天已经黑尽了。他把半碗粉色的水晶推到木桌的那一边，净了手，打开摊在膝盖上的书，低低地念起来。
“Tonight I write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,?&039;The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again uhe endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.